Where does a baby get taste preferences from? Mom? Dad? Some blenderized version of both with a dash of confusion thrown in? I’m suspecting the later. Faith has tried feeding him tofu a few times and he always sports a yucky face the moment it touches his tongue. Last night was no exception.

The funny thing is he can’t stop eating it. He’d sit there making the most horrible faces as he chewed, only to pick up another chunk a couple minutes later and do it all again. His inner conversation must go something like:

“Look, white fluffy stuff! Yummy,” his Mom taste buds relish.

“AAIIIGGH!!! FORTHELOVE OF ALLTHAT IS GOODWHAT IS THISSTUFF?” his Dad taste buds query.

“Look, white fluffy stuff!! Yummy.”

And so on…

Shortly into the meal he started picking up food and dropping it over the side of his high chair. Not the tofu, mind you, everything but the tofu (spaghetti squash and green beans). He’d pick some up while staring at Faith and drop it over the side, studying her reaction like a little behavioral scientist…a non-potty trained behavioral scientist. His mommy would say no, he’d do it again.

Most interesting. I can coerce the adult female into forceful exclamations by merely disrespecting a small dollop of food.

And to study his dad’s behavior he came up with a new noise: lip pops, caught on camera below.

5 June 08 • Dad

And, with the tofu eating, he’d gack and cough and sound like he was choking, THEN eat another piece!

He has not learned the consistency of cause and effect. “Maybe this piece of tofu will taste better. Maybe this time the piece of spaghetti will fall up to the ceiling. I’ll never know unless I experiment over and over and over again.”